Still // g.d

.5.

I woke up relatively late due to getting in bed around one am, so I woke up around eleven.

I got up and did my usual thing. I checked my phone dismissing a few notifications, usual stuff. Except a text from George.

" what's your address, I've got something for you." He sent me about fifteen minute ago. I don't know exactly what he means but what's the worst that can happen? Plus savanna won't be home until five.. why not.

I texted him my address and got up. I didn't get ready for anything, I just threw my hair up and put on a sweatshirt and leggings. I didn't have anything to do anyway..

I sat in the living room and pretty much waited for George, and soon enough there's a knock on the door.

" it's open!" I say, and Georges comes in with two coffees.

" hey." He says smiling and walking over to me on the couch. " got you some coffee, iced Carmel latte?" He says handing me the cup.

" oh thank you so much." I said smiling and taking the cup. He sits next to me on the couch.

" so, what are you doing today." He asks.

" sitting here and watching tv." I said laying back.

" that's lame." He says taking a sip of his coffee.

" yep. That's my life." I say sighing.

" hmm. Let's do something then?" He asks.

" I'm tired.. and I don't feel like getting ready." I groan.

" stop being to lazy! You're to young for that. Let's go out and do something. Anything. "

" like what?" I ask

" anything! What's something you've always wanted to do?" He asks sitting up and looking at me.

" I dunno.. "

" let's go to the beach?" He asks

" the beach? It's cold outside." I say

" hm. "

" why can't we just hang out here?" I ask taking a drink of my coffee.

" I guess.." he sighs and stands up.

" what's do you have to do around here?" He asks looking around the lounge.

" not much.. lots of cleaning to do." I say watching him.

" do you have any music?" He asks

" on my phone. "

" no records? " he asks

" it's the twenty first century." I say. " wanna just watch a movie?" I ask.

" sure. " he says sitting next to me on the couch again. " what's your favorite movie?" He asks.

" hmm. Probably We Are Your Friends, and lots of horror movies." I say

" haven't seen that one. I like older movies. We should watch an old horror movie then?" He asks.

" alright. Ooo have you seen Carrie? Like the original?" I ask.

" I haven't." He says. I pull the movie up on Netflix and then bring my knees to my chest and set my chin on my knees looking on the screen.

" you sit weird." He says

" Everyone tells me that. Wanna smoke a bowl?" I ask looking at him.

" uh sure." He says. I stand up and walk to my room and pack a bowl and bring it back with my lighter. I sit back down in my spot and light a corner of the bowl, inhaling the smoke, letting it fill my lungs. I feel Georges eyes on me while I do so, but I don't really pay attention to it. As I exhale the smoke I pass the lighter and pipe to George, the looking back to the screen.